The song Fare Thee Well keeps rolling around in my brain. Guess I've heard it several times in the past few days since discovering the two CD set of the Houston's First Baptist Choir in a box in the back of a bedroom closet. I remember Gerald telling us, it is not a fare thee well as a goodbye but may you fare well in that great getting up morning.
Ours is a battle of keeping the flowerbeds weeded. It is an impossible task cause the weed coalition is strong. Some of the flowerbeds we admit defeat and have just turned them back over to the wild side but we are vigilant in our task in the beds we are trying to keep clear. We mistook a weed for the ever present four 'clock that fills our side flowerbed. So, we will be getting to that sooner than later.
The above came up in FB memories this morning and coincidently I was thinking this very thought yesterday. The stories that make up our lives become more compact, a little more organized and a whole lot shorter than the stories we talked of just ten years ago. Basically, our natural lives here are a compilation of short stories that define us or we make the stories define us or we are looking for a new definition and do a lot of editing. Also the natural progression of forgetting plays a part.
Part of the stories of my life will be that I am easily entertained and amused. Like yesterday, we went to the DMV to get the license tag for the Mustang. Afterwards, we went next door to the huge and above average Ingles. Wow! Presentation of products is through the roof beautiful. The dull beige and brown tones that accompany anything Ingles was dwarfed by the displays and the openness of the store. Of course our basket or buggy as is said here, was filled with all those products that makes it look like we are shopping as college students. Popcorn and Pepsi products. We stopped by church and while Roy turned in his deacon book, he rolls off June 30th, and his VBS t-shirts, I stayed in the truck. Good thing cause I got a call from the cardiologist office to do another stent with a heart monitor. Got all the instructions again and by this time Roy had returned. We went to exciting Publix where the atmosphere was totally weird, but it was Wednesday and the all important discount makes people do crazy things. While doing all of these things, I was talking with another representative from the cardiologist office because I had received a text that I had an appointment that morning. Clearly, I knew nothing about that appointment but everything got resolved. I left a message with the nurse of my doctor again asking why my results have not been given to me if the NP had someone call last Thursday but with the wrong answer to the reason for the stress test and echo. I'll remain proactive but I'm getting ready to tell them I am about to release Roy on them. He has the time and patience to deal with tedious things and he doesn't give up. I had a great day after a bit of a blip with afib in the night on Tuesday.
Our prodigal cat is home! Coco hasn't been around for about two weeks. There might have been a sighting from someone down the road but the pic was blurry. Last night Roy was making his last rounds to make sure the Feral Fam had water and a little dry food and there she was waiting by the door. She has slept mostly and hasn't missed any wet food offerings for those who visit the garage once or twice a day. Fido came in with her. He has been rather regular again to show up for meals and want to spend the night in the garage. In other cat news, We have trouble a brewin' in our own home. It seems Willie and Mr Mo are upset with one another. Willie won't go to bed in the bonus room and now Mr Mo is hiding and he has some really good hiding place because we could not find him. He finally showed his face for supper but he thought he saw Willie. Back upstairs. I will go up there in a bit but we're thrilled he is not hurt or dead in his hiding.
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This morning we headed over to Duckett's Produce for some Lou Lou salsa and whatever else she has been canning of late. We got some tomato sauce and vegetable soup. Also, peaches, tomatoes and those delicious little plums. We were able to also stop at Clementine's in downtown Canton. The same people own it but it is more clothing now with a few pieces of jewelry as well as paper goods...stop drooling Nancy, and local artists creations. I didn't stay long but I didn't leave empty handed. We came home to indoor and outdoor cats acting like it has been a week since they last ate. Fido came running across the yard leaving his cool retreat in the fir trees. Everyone has settled in for a nap, including Roy.
We are finishing up the last bucket of strawberries for the season. Seems like strawberry season went by so quickly this year. It was a good season and now peach season is upon us.
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